While looking for card to print on, I found a long-lost piece of brown lino with a baby carved in a star. My favourite son is 21 so maybe this block has been in a box since we moved away from Birmingham in 1998.
The patterns around the star are made from the zigzagging movements when trying to hack into old lino. I’ll see how it prints later…
One of my first knitting experiments, from 1983(?). I liked drawing stuff on graph paper so designing the lettering was enjoyable. Knitting with a few colours became a tangled mess quite quickly. People still advise me to use the yarn from the centre of the ball so it won’t tangle or roll away.
I’ll probably unravel this knitted poetry now, it never became a jumper. Recently I’ve done some more stranded colours. The pale green stripe is not as yellow as the photographs suggest.
This morning I saw the Women’s Arts Association had shared a BBC article about an “art stunt” in Manchester.
Further reading took me to the Manchester Evening News. Their interview with the artists was more enlightening: “The cashier only allowed us 24 jars” (Two bodies covered in jam, a camper battery, a power inverter, toaster and toast. 11 am busy street) won’t be their last performance.
Artists Riikka Enne and Sophia Moffa took to the city centre to present their latest ‘happening’ to the people of Manchester.
The reactions of the workers, shoppers, commuters and police officers who encountered the duo have all formed part of their artwork. In fact, even this article is part of the happening.
I’m impressed that naked people can eat toast and jam in a city centre without being molested. More impressed when considering Manchester has a bee as its symbol.
Is it Art? Did the artists bake the bread for the toast? Did they grow the fruit to make the jam? Does jam-making cut out the need for the cashier mentioned in their event title?
So many questions. The audience presumably enjoyed the happening, maybe they all went on to spend the rest of the day in a performance…
As an art student I made body prints from similar events, not in the street though. Does an art event need proof that it happened?
Read their tale of studio hunting, remember art needs space:
http://tapemodern.org/2018/08/14/evictions/
Drawing of a cat’s “in or out?” ritual. Watercolour crayons, graphite and carbon on paper.
A screenshot from early August 2018. I added this photo of a linocut to google maps as a visual celebration of misunderstandings. At the time, the gallery was showing “‘Dim ond geiriau ydi iaith’ (Language is only words)”, with the theme of word and image. My “No Need to Understand Everything” print sort of fits in with that idea, but wouldn’t have fitted into that exhibition.
This link has an interesting explanation of the poem quoted above: https://bywaryfiweng.wordpress.com/llyn-in-verse-myrddin-ap-dafydd-91013/
Linocut printed on Japanese paper, 12 x 9cm approx.
Might cut some more light areas, so it’s still a work in progress…
Linocut (8 x 10cm-ish) printed with water-based ink. When opening a new tube of ink, a small amount of oily stuff leaks out before the colour. This print is a bit slimy but I like the effect so that’s something to dance about.
This morning I was cutting little dots into the lino sea foam while listening to live radio coverage of the Thai cave rescue. News updates while printing said that some of the boys were out of the cave.
I was working in an attic room under an open skylight. The ink was weird in the heat, the paper kept blowing around in the breeze. I had intended to rub a bit of yellow ink into the centre of the sun, like an intaglio. Maybe next time.
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